TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Your password is already known.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Signals decay with the season.

Signals decay with the season.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The ceremony has already begun.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Prepare for the coming darkness.